Second day of the tournament

Gon looked outside his window, his breath fogging up the cool glass as he gazed out into the morning. It was a few hours past dawn, and the sky was a brilliant shade of blue, stretching endlessly over the horizon. The sun had just begun to climb higher, casting long, soft shadows across the ground. The world outside seemed so peaceful, so still, a stark contrast to the restless feeling gnawing at him from within.

Gon sighed, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him like the cool morning air drifting through his open window. 

Pushing himself away from the sill, he rose to his feet, stretching his arms as if shaking off the stillness that had settled over him. 

The faint creak of the wooden floor beneath him was the only sound in the quiet room, apart from the rhythmic hum of insects outside.

It was almost time for the tournament. 

The thought sent a ripple of energy through him, replacing the calm of the night with a subtle, growing tension.